Lyrics

My night on the town is my night at home
Sometimes
I'm better off alone
I might kick off my boots
And turn off my phone
Put on a little Garth
And get in the zone
No bottle to the head
I won't fight back
Pool stick at the hip
Another hand of blackjack
Money on the table
A brand new twelve pack
A loaded double barrel
All on the gun rack
I feel good
I look even better
I'm ready for the night
I might get a double header
I'm a real go getter
I might have to yell out the fifteenth letter, oh
Here I go again, New York to Hollywood
I'm doin' everything I said that I would
Hot damn, I know I look good
I would flirt with myself if I could
Here I go again, New York to Hollywood
I'm doin' everything I said that I would
Hot damn, I know I look good
I would flirt with myself if I could
Brand new blue jeans
Zipped up and buttoned
Red and black flannel
A knife for huntin'
I'm came here equipped
I ain't leavin' here with nothin'
You know I like my women
In the shape of a muffin
I'm hard pressed to get gone, I'm hefty
But, I'm blessed and by God, I'm ready
If I were alone I'd have a lot of loot
I'm lookin' in the mirror
And, I'm cute to boot
I can't help it
I really think I'm that fly
Fact of the matter is
I don't even know why
But, if you like you too
Then put yo' hands high
I think I'm perfect for me
I'd marry that guy
Here I go again, New York to Hollywood
I'm doin' everything I said that I would
Hot damn, I know I look good
I would flirt with myself if I could
Here I go again, New York to Hollywood
I'm doin' everything I said that I would
Hot damn, I know I look good
I would flirt with myself if I could
Written by: Jon Conner, Zac Lental
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